1Resting on a silk divan with just a tight fitting robe on, a Man appearing to be sixteen was fanned by muscled, good looking men in loin clothes. He was beautiful, too beautiful for words. He had sun gold blond hair that was loosely culred and flowing, blue eyes the color of the water in the Bahamas, and golden bronzed, silky smooth skin without a trace of hair anywhere. His body was slim, with washboard abs, toned pecs, arms, and legs. His butt was rock hard and was generally referred to as a bubble butt.
He was no mortal, he was a God; the God of Love and Beauty of a long forgotten culture erased from the memories of man. His name was Ashlamay, though no human had uttered it in hundreds of years. His altars and temples were long adbandoned and decayed; though He did not particulary care. He was fine being loved by His male attenders, since He was a homosexual God, and let the world run its course without lifting a finger to add a drop of what He ruled over.
He also had not communicated with the other Gods and Goddesses He had once been part of a divine patheron with in centries. He was just content being where He was, and continueing to exist without any bother by the rest of the world. All of that was about to change, however.
Just resting as He always did anymore, He was somewhat shocked when the King of His patheron appeared before His very eyes.
"Your Majesty," He intoned as He rose and bowed.
The King of the Gods and Goddesses took Ashlamay's hand once He had risen and kissed it.
"I have something to tell You that You may not be happy with, Ashlamay," the King told him seriously.
"And what would that be, King Zarer?" Ashlamay asked, a twinkle coming in His seductive eyes.
"Well, it can wait a few moments," the King said. His dark hair was short and tightly curled, and his wise green eyes peered lustfully out of his young, smooth face at Ashlamay. "If you get my meaning."
"I do," the Love God replied and with a wave of His hand, his male attenders disappeared.
He and Zarer moved closer until Their bodies touched, then the King brought His lips to Ashlamay's and the two began to kiss. From there Their passion rose until They had fulfilled it by creating the act of what Ashlamay ruled over.
Lying together naked on the floor after finishing, cuddling, Zarer lifted the Love God's head.
"I am truly sorry to do this," He apologized sincerely. "But since You have been out of commision in the world of mortals for so long, the rest of Our patheron have declared that You must spend time as a mortal to reconnect with our worshippers."
"What do You mean?" He demanded, His blue eyes going dark. "We don't have worshippers anymore."
"Oh, but We do," Zarer countered. "You most of all."
"I have not heard one prayer directed to Me," Ashlamay informed, His tone getting angrier by the second.
"As King, I know You have ignored all forms of humanity since Our first worshippers were put into enslavement many years ago," the mightest of His patheron reminded Him, His voice chideing.
"It all seems like the blink of an eye to Me," the Love God admitted.
"It has not been," Zarer disagreed.
"Then what must I do?" Ashlamay asked, for the first time taking this serious.
"You must spend some time, the amount undecided upon, as a mortal," the King declared sadly.
"What?" the Love God shrieked. "As a mortal? Without powers?"
"No, not without powers," Zarer assured. "Though Your powers will be those of magickal human beings."
"The powers of witches and wizards," Ashlamay listed. "That's somewhat limited."
"You are lucky You get any," the King told Him sternly. "The Gods and Goddesses are quite mad with You."
"How can They be angry with Me?" He questioned. "I'm the God of Love, everyone loves Me!"
"They do, They just want to see You active again," Zaerer said. "I am sorry."
With a wave of His divine Hand, Ashlamay went from the customary twenty foot height of Gods down to around five feet five inches high. His divine glow was gone, even though he was a just as beautiful as ever. His blond hair was now short, about an inch and a half long, and his body actually craved substinence.
"What am I to do now?" he demanded, his divinity binded. "Where am I to live? What about shelter? Who are my parents? Where do I go to school?"
"All taken care of," the King answered.
"One more question before you send me off," the bound Love God pleaded.
Zarer gave him an inquiring look.
"Will I able to communicate with You?"
"Yes, of course," the King said. "You can summon one of Us at any time."
"All right," Ashlamay agreed. "Send me on my way."
With another wave of His hand, Zarer teleported Ashlamay to his new mortal life, knowledge of what he must know intact.
Then He disappeared as well.